Draco Malfoy (muddied) wrote in afic, @ 2011-01-03 15:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: draco malfoy, character: ernie macmillian, player: deb, x player: julia |
Who: Ernie and Draco and Alyssa
When: 3 January, 2005
Where: Draco's flat in Paris
What: Ernie wants to meet the wee one
Rating: G (there's a 2 year old in the room!)
Status: threading / incomplete
"Chaton!" Alyssa called, searching through the small flat. It wasn't as if the cat had many places to hide, Draco knew, given that the murphy bed was tucked away, and the flat itself was an efficiency. Alyssa bent over to peer under her toddler bed, then crawled across the floor to where Draco sat on the sofa, nudging at his feet. "Déplacez vos pieds, Papa," she demanded, lying flat to look under the sofa.
"The cat hasn't disappeared," he told her in French. "Check the bathroom. I suspect it might be in there." After all, Alyssa had only arrived a few hours before, just after Draco returned from London, and Amelia had been happy to bring the cat right along with her. It had been an entertaining conversation, wherein Amelia had told him that if he insisted on giving Alyssa a pet, then he could have custody of that pet when he had custody of his daughter.
From that, and the slender scratches down Alyssa's forearm, he surmised that the cat got along about as well with Amelia as it did with him.
But it had been in hiding since their arrival, and after a few hours of playing with toys and spending time with Draco on the sofa while he read her a story or three, Alyssa had decided it was time to hunt the creature.
At the rap on the door, Draco murmured, "Take care, Alys," as he stepped over her cautiously and made his way to pull open the door.
He knew the image he presented, from the small flat, to the child lying on the floor, to the sudden screech as the cat's tail was summarily used to pull it from under the sofa. He was dressed casually, having been considering trying to get some work done, so his laptop was out and settled on the coffee table.
He pulled the door wide and motioned Ernie inside, even as he turned and cautioned in French, "Do not pull the cat's tail, Alys. Would you like it if I dragged you out from under the sofa by your ears?"
"Non, Papa." But she had the cat in her arms by then and was sitting there, staring at the newcomer. "Qui est ceci, Papa?"
"Your uncle Ernie," Draco replied in English this time.
Alyssa merely blinked up at him, while the cat stared balefully at both adults, then calmly began to wash.